Page 67 of Reluctant Surrender

Maggie

Iwoke up the next morning to an empty bed. I blinked several times to bring the numbers on the clock into focus.

Six-thirty.

The sun hadn’t even begun to peek through the blinds and he was already gone. I slowly sat up, gingerly touching the bump on the back of my head. Still tender, but not as mind numbing as before. After we’d gotten back from the warehouse, Lukas wouldn’t leave my side. He’d had a doctor inspect every inch of me to be assured I wasn’t more severely injured. The bump on the head was the worst of it, but the doctor didn’t suspect a concussion. That didn’t stop Lukas from waking me up every hour to be sure I was still all right.

But now, I woke up to an empty bed.

I pushed the covers away and slid into a pair of flip-flops I kept by the bed. I quickly threw on one of Lukas’ t-shirts and went on the hunt.

It was Sunday. Who works on Sunday at six-thirty in the morning?

A sinking sensation pulled hard on my heart. What if he didn’t mean what he’d said yesterday in the car? What if he’d had second thoughts and realized how much trouble I was in his life?

I shoved the thoughts barreling down on me away. I hadn’t believed them when Johnny spewed his lies and I refused to take them to heart now.

“Well, just make it happen!” Lukas’ voice boomed from behind his office door. I swept my hair behind my ears and eased the door open.

“Lukas?” I peeked my head through the opening.

He looked up from his desk, his hair messed as though he’d been pulling at it. His phone was in one hand and his laptop was open in front of him. When he saw me, his frown dropped, and he jumped up from his chair.

“What are you doing up? You should be sleeping.” He dropped the phone.

“I woke up and you were gone.” I pushed the door open the rest of the way and stepped inside the office.

“I had some things to do,” he said. “Go back upstairs. I’ll have Mrs. Kowalski bring you something to eat in an hour. You should get more sleep.”

“I don’t want more sleep,” I said, wandering over to his desk. “What are you doing this early anyway?” I grabbed the top of his laptop and turned it to see the screen.

“Chicago Rivers Casino Events Planning.” I looked up at him. “Lukas. What’s going on?” I glanced down at the papers scattered over his desk. Scribbled notes about flowers, caterers, bands, and DJs. “Are you planning a party?”

“A wedding,” he said, snatching the computer back from me and closing the lid.

“Whose?”

He frowned. “Yours.”

I touched my forehead. “I know I got hit pretty hard, but I do remember marrying you several weeks ago in this very room.”

“You deserve a real wedding, Maggie. With a priest, and a church, and our family and friends surrounding us. A big party.”

Lukas, a leader in a powerful crime family, was sitting at his desk in his pajama bottoms and t-shirt on a Sunday morning planning a wedding. For me.

Tears sprang to my eyes; my chest ballooned with emotion.

I walked around the desk to him and pushed on his chest until he sat back down on his chair.

“You’re a crazy man, do you know that?” I straddled his lap, facing him. “I don’t need a fancy wedding.” I framed his face with my hands and kissed him.

“You deserve better than I’ve given you,” he muttered between kisses. His hands rested on my hips, holding me close to him.

“Chce tylko ciebie,” I responded, reaching between our bodies. Finding the opening of his black and gray pajama bottoms, I slipped my hand inside and wrapped my hand around his warm, hard cock, pulling it free.

“You only want me?” he asked, reaching up behind me and grasping my neck, careful not to touch the tender spot.

I stroked his cock slowly, up and down, feeling the heat of him in my palm. His fingers bit into my neck.

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